"So you are an attendant here, are you, Rita, my dear?" he asked.
"Yes."
"But it isn't good enough for such a pretty woman as you are!" he continued.
"Ah, señor, what do you mean?" said Rita. "What can I do better?"
"But you ought to be something better—far better. Would you not like to—"
"Like what?" asked Rita, who was full of excitement.
"Well," said Russell, "to have plenty of money, to have beautiful clothes, to live in a beautiful house, to have jewels, to have amusements, and so forth?"
Rita's dark eyes flashed fire with eager covetousness at this alluring speech.
"Oh, señor," she said, "it is impossible."
"Rita!" said Russell, in a solemn voice.